I feel lonely,
and I am lonely.

 

 

I am lonely in my thoughts,

I am lonely in my hopes,
And my hopes are impossible.

 

 

It is impossible in my mind,
To live with my arts,
Singing in the day,
And singing in the nights,
The songs of my imagination.

  

 

My imagination is fertile,
I could fly far…
And reach up to the star...
But reaching my love is impossible.

  

 

It is impossible in my mind,
To reach my love.
And touch my love,
And feel the depth of love,
when my love is the creation 
Of my imagination.

Translation From an Arabic Poem I wrote 1972

© 2019 by Dr. Hajar